Before the first corn from the first settlers was planted it was there. It’s seen generations of corn grow from seed to height. The sunsets and sunrises come and go and it still stands. Although they coexist, corn can’t communicate with trees. They speak different languages. They see the world differently. They simply don’t understand each other. The tree is alone, surround by strangers.
Awash is beauty.
Stranded.
Invisible.
sethsnap 
….any news on the jeep?
No, they are still looking at it. I’ll let you know when I have new news. 🙂
Me , too ,want to know
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Great series. The clouds look like waves that are going to wash over and carry the tree away! Very cool!
Thanks!
🙂
Reminds me of home.
Where’s home?
About 45 miles away, but in the country. In the city now.
All excellent images, but the series as a whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
Thanks so much.
Clever shots.
Thanks Cynthia.
I don’t know why, but immediately when I saw the first pic my brain said “the burning bush”.
Thanks!
To be surrounded by corn, hope the tree isn’t scared. 🙂
Nah! it’s cool! 🙂
How the three got there and planted in the spot would be an interesting story…imagine the wonders it has witnessed…life sprouting from the ground, growing, blossoming, and fulfilling its mission on Earth…then a new cycle begins for the corn…and yet the tree has seemingly mastered eternity…
Indeed. Thanks Juan.
Hi Seth,
It seems I am late to see the world through your eyes.You have an excellent blog,glad to meet you. I will be back to look at your archives.Looking forward to read more from you!!!
Thanks Pravenna!!
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Thanks Tienny!
Seth, you are welcome
Thank you for following my blog 🙂
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